Free Spirit کے بول

This is a nameless night, but it’s so meaningful Almost perfect it is the scenery The snow, a party elsewhere Somebody in a bed of sex and pleasure. Let’s soil of blood this pure white falling snow All’s rising and falling in lies All’s rising and falling in lies Lack of answers, absence of truth Thoughts and actions are overloaded by structures Find the force to convert this state of absolute absence In a cradle of art and knowledge Let’s soil of blood this pure white falling snow All’s rising and falling in lies A feeble light to look at for a while I want to fly, release my free spirit Let’s soil of blood this pure white falling snow All’s rising and falling in lies Inconsistent body, catatonic state of mind No hurry in this night No hurry in this night. Inconsistent body, catatonic state of mind Delicious and sublime Delicious and sublime.